But who was it, exactly? Had anyone overheard his conversation with Lord Star Soul?
Lord of the Clouds' already dark complexion had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
To dare use Yin-Yang Technique within the Yin-Yang School to brazenly break into his alchemy pavilion and steal his elixirs—this was utterly outrageous! More importantly, since the other party had such nerve, what exactly were they relying on? Since they had used Yin-Yang Technique, they were undoubtedly someone from the Yin-Yang School.
He truly could not think of anyone in the Yin-Yang School who would dare impersonate Moon God to steal elixirs from his alchemy pavilion.
"Lord of the Clouds." A somewhat youthful yet sinister voice came from behind him. Lord of the Clouds clenched his lowered hands, then turned and bowed his head. "Lord Star Soul."
Ghostly blue flames burned in Star Soul's right hand. At the center of the flames was a lump of something neither stone nor metal, resembling liquid.
"Take a look at this." Wrapped in the ghostly blue flames, the liquid mass flew toward Lord of the Clouds. He raised his right hand, and golden aura formed into the shape of a claw, firmly seizing it.
"This?" Lord of the Clouds lowered his gaze to his palm. "You refined the piece of snake body I had a puppet deliver to you? What a pity. Though my mechanical snake was not particularly rare, I had grown quite used to using it."
Though he said so, there was not the slightest hint of regret in Lord of the Clouds' indifferent eyes.
Star Soul gave a cold snort, his gaze sharp as lightning as he stared at the object in Lord of the Clouds' hand. "I have already refined this thing. The power within it has been